He came back to avenge his love
Both murdered on Devil’s Night
Tried to be
And what do you know
The theme to Supernatural plays
Know that anywhere
Are there morals here
Are souls so lost they can never be saved
Would it take too long
Give them time for more harm than good
Bodies overcome by what they take
Brain fried too far gone
Each one earned his fate
I love it when you fight for me
Spend my rage
Make me free again
Let the angel of light’s darkness reign
I wouldn’t mess with him
He’s already dead
You can’t hurt him no more
He’ll get his bearings for his temporary stay
And you’re done
The crow caught the roaches
There were more than one
‘Is that gas I smell’
Well the fool stood straight up
To help the flames
How can you do this to me? You’re dead! And now I’m dead too thanks to you but I saved my son, you can’t have him again killing your wife and his sister too saving him from you. The law got there just in time, a bullet through your brain stopped you cold but how is it you stayed. Anger everlasting will be but not for me.
I cry. Have you seen my son I miss him so.
Caught in this place now you are gone. Avenging yourself against the policeman who stopped you cold. He’s dead but I’m alone. Your wife left too, finally. I was saving her son, was that why she disappeared? We were out the door us two. You grabbed my hair pulling me back in, my blood covered all, wood floor and wall. I was gone. How could you, you were dead, already dead. Corporal manifestation for some just not true. I saw you, so did he, but you were dead.
Now I am too.
“Albinos! Why didn’t I think of that before! Albinos are the natural day walkers with their natural super sensitivity to the sun. It all makes perfect sense. Cast them as the new race but with a little something extra like the children from the ‘City Of The Damned’, a murderous torturous side as opposed to those whose whole face opens to suck the life out of their prey. Vampires who experiment on vampires to create the master race, as petty as humans sacrificing their children although the coldness makes sense but there is so much passion in making another. In keeping with tradition sunlight gets the better of everyone one way or another. It might be interesting to be able to psychically drain the blood from a victim as opposed to forcing them to hurt themselves making these new vamps who’ve naturally evolved a threat like no other. Snipers? High acuity opening up a new door as to how to stop them. Should they be able to drain the blood from super slayers, should there be an issue with that, should it be hopeless? Psycho-thriller vampires you can never get rid of worse than Michael Myers giving a whole new meaning to when blood runs cold, cold-blooded, yes and yes. Brilliant!”
Now all Marie had to do was sell the flood of ideas to Jeff and Christof.
An interesting array of movies to watch. The first about a psycho newlywed husband who tried to keep his new bride prisoner on an island. Ok. Then one set on an Hawaiian island with a lot of emotion, healing, bratty drama, and a handsome island man who didn’t get the girl because she decided to stay with her husband… yadda, yadda, eh. Then it was Wolf Town opening set in the 49ers era. Someone is attacked by a wolf, will s/he transform? It jumps to present day with 4 young people taking a road trip back to the now ghost town. The wimpy kid college student sees a wolf. They gaze into each other’s eyes but no attack. Maybe wimps make wimpy werewolves. What else is there to think? His friend stomps off after disagreeing about why they are there, no one believes he saw a wolf anyway, and gets attacked. They carry him to the car but wolves have eaten the ignition and took the purse with the cell. Smarty werewolves? There’s always hope. They drag him back and huddle for safety. Cut to a full moon, howling, and anticipation that the friend will join the pack, possibly eat his friends but nothing happens. Another guy’s chest gets torn to shreds leaving wimpy and the girl whose leg had gotten chewed but she’s ok otherwise. Will both mutilated guys just become wolves then? Will the first kid who died become a wolf but help the others to escape? Mystical music sounds but still no werewolf or wolf action. The angry wolves don’t want people in their town we learn – don’t ask. After all the high intelligence they’re dumb enough to follow the wimpy kid into the building with the dynamite and get themselves blown up, well; all but the one wolf who didn’t attack anyone. He’s a presence while the pack creates mayhem. Wimpy and the girl begin to limp into the sunset, cross paths with the wolf, then turn to go separate ways. “Why doesn’t he attack us” she asks. “He just wants his town back, he doesn’t want to hurt us” wimpy says.
Well, my hopes were dashed…
…. my grandson is here so there can be nothing too graphic, sensual, or generally give-you-nightmares scary. Hmm… there go my favorites… but not all of them. The Littlest Vampire will do it nicely.
I’ll be plugging it in in a moment.
How bright the sun… the sun!
Better close those blinds…
And sometimes it’s not about vampires at all. Or it could be… nah, that’s repeating myself. Scratch ‘or it could be’. Ok.
“Horror always has sad endings” or at least that’s what the horror book said to the little boy. I watched a horror movie earlier yesterday and it did have a sad ending although evil was defeated. Clairvoyant, well more than that and our hero’s girlfriend survived the shooting we thought, but he sees dead people and saw her. He knew but he couldn’t acknowledge, couldn’t face it until friends, good friends like family stopped by and woke him. He’d been staying at her house and they’d been living, laughing, loving together, then he saw her as she was blood dripping from her wounds and my heart broke for him. He had to move on without her but a couple of the last lines stuck out that she believed life is a boot camp, we have to persevere through the obstacles and hardships to earn the way to the next life but he thought the training is sometimes unnecessarily painful.
True enough… sometimes…
On a roll with horror I watched a second one that had an honest-to-goodness happy ending. Evil was defeated, the family lived and the wrap-up was if we stick together, we can get through anything. Sappy, but after what had been going on and the way especially when it comes to evilness and you think it’s over it’s not over yet leaving us exhausted with no relief in sight by the end of the credits, I felt good, you know, glad they made it and what evil was trying to get a hold on it was deprived of.
It’s about time love won out.
When last we left off with our vampires Marie was thinking how light doesn’t hurt them. They don’t glitter like TV vamps do, well, not all of them, some are more old fashioned than others and still burst into flame at the slightest hint of sun, but nowadays light isn’t an issue. What should they do, not so much that, how should the storyline follow in the movies, oh, with the filming? They’ve got Nathan; there will be others, “Plenty of bad guys in the world. Kind of like recycling – finding other uses, possibly transforming some… a few, as we play vampires, though actually vampires pretending to be actors playing vampires. Victor, Victoria, a man playing a woman playing a man who’s playing a woman or was it unprecedented woman playing a man… no, that’s not unprecedented. That was done on ancient Greek stage… too complicated.” She thought of studying sub-derivations in college. “Huh… how low can you go… how far before you reach the edge of the paper?”
The next best thing would be to have daywalkers but introduce it as normal. No more drama of whose blood would transform them, no fighting over who should be chosen, simple these times sun doesn’t matter. That leaves it open for background flashback leading up to something climatic.
What does it mean to not taste death? Was it referring to becoming a vampire? Marie couldn’t help but wonder, in fact she thought about it a lot. In reality they tasted death, were dead, brought people to death but she was alive, well, felt more alive than she ever had. Was it that through transforming she was snatched from human death? Is that what it meant? She didn’t become an animal with four legs. She was still human. It was maddening. She thought of her aunt, when she was sick and very much prepared to die.
As people age they are at peace with dying. Marie was sitting with her holding her hand and crying. “Don’t you worry about me” she’d said. “Let me go home.” She wondered where she was moving on to. Where going home was. Even as a kid she used to wonder “what if we lived to see centuries pass?” Jeff and Christof had. For Marie it was all new.
“Our philosopher pondering the meaning of life after death, death after life or the living dead after life and the living. No, that’d make us zombies. There’re no such things as zombies. That’s fiction.” Christof laughed to himself as Marie shot him daggers. “You’ve plenty of time to think. Keep a journal. Follow how you think over time. It’ll be interesting to see what you learn, what changes. It might make an interesting book. See how many authors you can become over the centuries. It’d make you happy seeing time in that light, you know, keep you from tasting death.”
“Light” she exhaled. “Light doesn’t hurt us. That’s fiction too.”
They had a friend who worked in the kitchen. “Of course they did, how else could this work…
You had to have known, at least suspected there’d be a friend, a fellow vampire or sympathetic bystander to create the Steak Tar tare keeping it on the raw side or pan seared dripping bloody – vampires don’t eat food per se, of course; if there can be some that glitter in the sun rather than burn up we can have ‘em dining out” he said looking directly into the camera but the director didn’t say cut. He let it keep rolling figuring the directness would appeal to the audience like in older films but how effective would it be? Would they appreciate the banter? Hopefully. Maybe another promo to win a cameo on a Jeff Conrad movie could draw others like Nathan in. It’s not so hard to separate worthy from undesirables. Eh, it was something to do… for now. They had forever. Who can fathom ‘forever’? Even with a few centuries in, not yet.
Conveniently there were a chef and waiter who had always been helpful. They were seated, ordered and their meals were brought…
“What… the steak?” Everyone laughed as Marie and Christof walked toward Jeff. “How did you like it?” “Very believable.” Jeff poured the three of them wine from a decanter. “Thanks Nathan. What a good actor he turned out to be.” They gave knowing laughs as glasses were raised. “Your fangs!” Marie cozied up to Jeff, Christof moved close in behind. “You’ll break another one and cut yourself.” “Blood is blood.” “Where do you come up with these storylines? I can’t imagine only animals…” Jeff covered her mouth with his.
“Guess he shouldn’t have blamed us for his murder”. “Yeah, always know your opponent… or victims in this case.” “Research is important…” They kept appearing then vanishing, appearing then vanishing as vampires do corralling him but he was too busy running for his life to realize it. “What do they call this these days, shimmering?” “Love it! Wish I could’ve pulled this off before. I spent a good part of my life doing an awful lot of running. This would’ve been an incredible skill to have when a patient codes. Being there immediately. Saving more lives…maybe.” He was heading toward an opening that lead into woods not that it would’ve helped him. “Oh, should pay better attention.” “I was.” He shimmered to the point the murderer was going to turn to run. “No you don’t. Going somewhere?” He collapsed to the ground.
“Now would be good a time as any.”
“Just a nibble like a mouse. You’ll be staying at my house.” She bit into his neck just enough to make a difference in his life… or you could say death. He would then be compelled to stay within the boundaries they set as they populated it with others just like him, you know, of his kind. “Who is this guy anyway?” Marie pulled his wallet out of the inner pocket of his very crumpled and torn jacket. “Nathan. Nathan Mastracchio. Cosa Nostra Nathan?” Her voice became soft as if speaking absent minded, “Cosa Nostra turned slayer. In either case not any more.” She handed it to Christof. He pulled out a considerable wad. “A night on the town dear? Bat mode or shimmer?” They stood outside their favorite pizzeria. “Bat mode! I’m tired of bumping into things…”
Arm in arm they entered the restaurant.
Prompt 3: An awful lot of running.
Prompt 5: No you don’t
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